Thursday, December 9, 2010

i thought i ___ him/ winter just wasn't my season

we always have the best times when there's something more important to be done and we are patently ignoring it. let me rephrase, i guess i mean I have something more important to do (damn you finals....). But i'm remembering a time just like this one where four crazy ladies decided to start a blog as yet another tool to procrastinate. we said we'd write our thoughts and our experiences, our hopes and our fears and then we'd be able to go back and look and remember. 


tonight was one of those random nights that we should remember so im documenting this. it's in the internets guys, it's never going to be erased. 


coming out of my room and singing a single line from 2 am and then you guys actually GOING ALONG WITH IT was the best. i always want to remember it as one of the high points of our roomie relationship :) 


also explaining poetry to people that don't like it/don't want to like it is frustrating. and pablo neruda has a poem entitled "an ode to a trout in the market place". it's a legit poem too. 


wtf pablo. wtf. 


also- dirt. 


for you:
www.buzzfeed.com/ashleybaccam/the-best-harry-potter-pick-up-lines









SWIFT
<3 for ee cummings and pepper banana chips







i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


love you fishpoo :) even if you are a hipster that has no taste in poetry

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